User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-25220117-20120327184842/@comment-25220117-20121114110214

Skjor smiles, displaying curving white fangs flecked with brown "Aye, t'at we do, Laird! See-en' as `e iz possibly o' t' same species, may'aps they'll want t'eir kindly liddle comrade in vun piece?"

Venter nods, wiping his mouth after draining the last of a canteen of water as he spoke "A fine idea, but here's my scheme, Lord...Dere must be many raggedy gangs roaming dese woods, an' wid your force an' fame, Lord, 'twould be easy to...convince a few o' dem to come as our, say "allies", but ye'll only come t' `em wid a few soldiers so dey wont know our real numbers. Wont make no sense taking risks if dey git caught an' tell `em everyt'ing. Dey'll come towards Redwall, roaring an' cursing an' saying dey 'ave a captive an' bashing their swords aginst their shields. An' den we'll see 'ow dey react...If dey refuse t' gi' up deir fortress, we'll send de gang to attack, while we stay out o' sight an' watch de `ole t'ing. Dey lose an' all die, which I'm sure dey will, den we'll know de skill o' dese woodlanders, dey're numbers, an' who dey got widdem. While deyre enjoying `emselves after a fine victory o'er a few numpawed fools an' t'inking de fight's all done, we'll strike!" He grins eagerly, hoping the tactics it had taken many hours to figure out would please Ferus Heraldr